Lyrics:
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
em up because
It's a roothless toothless
Waiting inna thick here
Looking for a vict, yeah
How about this chick here?
Who's this standing
hide from the darkside
Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against
gladiation
Now knowin' what you're facin'
Junelover:
Question
tongue and catchin' flies
See I was mesmorized by the alphabet
A surprise
So many stories
So enticing
It's like I got out my scizzors
Cut em out like ?
We
muzzled up
Till he broke up out it
Step like some stairs on the up and up
Doper than some spoons and I heat up like when you cuddled up
Ain't no need
Howdy folks, let's go for a ride
Get your favorite one to sit by your side
Cuddle up in a sleigh
Giddyap Nellie Grey
And away we go.
While you
the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get
lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family, taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by
Backends on me these blue strips
For all of them times aint have a cent
Now im looking up its heaven sent
Balling so hard aint seen ah bench
Vvs on me got me
it up I'm motivated by the chatter keep running the subs
And I do it for my girls who stay rising above you gotta show them how you do it
Thick, slim
can be it
High fashion with the frames European
You blowing bags by my side I can see it
Rackin' up miles on the flight club
Know I gotta check ya ass
like
You cray like
Hear me zoom off with the straight pipe
You'll see the dead body by daylight
He pulled up he froze he got stage fright
We smoking
this little catchphrase:
"Be careful what thou whilst, but whilst it anyways"
'Cause darling, wisdom's but a myth
Or maybe a fashion kit, designed by me
Yeah, what's up?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out finna
posture you can tell by how I walk
I got a lot of battle wounds bitch I'm a general of war
In Amiri gettin' dressed up my pants work of art
Foe'nem ain't go
to the cats and play on the PlayStation
My brain looses concentration
Distracted
Find your mothers whiskey bottle in the cabinet,
Grab it
Bottoms up tonight
up
Bring it back like Christ 'cause
All blue Chucks on black tee, Golds on
Smash you in your Redbottoms
Sock it you your throat zone
Smack it with my
dice game - we gon' fuck it up
Be'cause niggaz, try they best, ta catch me
But I ain't, gonna let 'em, stretch me
I'm not, abouta run, 'cause I'm
won't give a fuck
Find me a illegal dice game
We gon' fuck it up
Because niggas, try they best, ta catch me
But I ain't, gonna let 'em, stretch me
I'm
I'm busted up, all down low
She's gone for good and I'm the one who messed it up
I said some things that pissed her off
She left me here just
the Summer or the Winter cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came round
Side by Side, We'd throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you
wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brick-house to come back
And conduct just one more
Goddamn slim that shit was wild (What the fuck!)
Momma said I was the golden child (What the fuck!)
Smoking dope got me motivated and I call up seven if its
ATL girls are known for going all in
So I need a world girl
Someone to make my world go round and round
Someone to lift me up when I'm feeling down
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